I just couldn't take it. I wanted to take a knife and just stick it into my chest.
The Next Day...
"Malik," whispered a voice from behind my locker door. "Hey!"
I rolled my eyes, and closed the locker, immediately knowing who it was. "What the fuck do you want?"
"Whoa!" he chuckled, leaning against the locker with a smile. "What's wrong with YOU, babe?"
"You don't get it, do you?" I said, walking away, with him on my tail.
"No, not really," he joked. "What's wrong, babe?"
"Stop fuckin' calling me that!" I blurted out. Just then, I felt a tap on my ass. "What the--" I turned around to see one of my supposedly close friends.
"Faggot!" he laughed, walking past Jordan. This angered him, and without second thought, he tackled my friend.
"Don't you EVER fuckin' call him that again, you fuckin' douche bag!" He punched him one good time in the face, spilling blood on the white floor. There was a crowd around us three, and I was embarrassed.
Eventually, an administrator came along and dragged Jordan off of my other friend. All four of us went to principal's office.
"What the hell do you think you're doing out there?" blurted Dr. Kilgore. "I don't like this fighting bullshit."
"Sir," pleaded Jordan. I rolled my eyes. "This prick over here--" he paused because of Dr. Kilgore's face. "--excuse me. But...this guy was harassing Malik. He came by and slapped his...butt and called him a fag." He kinda smiled a bit when he said 'butt'. Probably because he was so eager to get in my jeans.
"Is this true?" said the man, looking to me.
"Well...yeah, but...I don't really--"
"Young man," he sternly said. "Bullying is bad; no exceptions. And you..." he pointed to my old friend. "...I should call your parents, but this isn't Middle School. I'm not required to give a damn about any of you."
Okay. Long story short, we all had to go home. And for some reason, we walked home together since we lived in the same neighborhood.
"So you really are gay?" said Joel (my friend), holding his pained face.
Sighing, I said, "No. But I don't wanna talk about it right now."
"Oh..." he said, standing in between me and Jordan. "Well, I'm sorry about what I did."
"Fuck you," said Jordan, spitting on the ground.
"I'm trying to say SORRY!" Joel exclaimed, stopping. We all stopped walking.
"I don't care," Jordan said meanly. "You don't mess with my boyfriend and get away with it, ya fuckin' prick."
"So you ARE faggots!" laughed Joel, forcing Jordan to jump on him again. We were on the sidewalk, and I looked around to see if anyone was watching. "Go ahead. Punch me, you motherfucking faggot."
Jordan sighed, and got up, staring at Joel. "What's the matter?" tempted Joel. "Why you bein' a bitch now?" Just when I thought everything was okay, Jordan punched Joel in the jaw as hard as he could, and I just gasped with my hands over my mouth.
To Be Continued....
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